The Athiest

Always believing

So sure of self

Who is a god

But a figure on your shelf?

How can you believe

In what you can never see?

If you believe in him

Can you believe in me?

The proof you provide

Is only but lies

I will only accept

What I view with my eyes.

When the end comes

is what you pictured in your death?

Or will you be dissatisfied

As you take your last breath?

I may not be real

But I'm more believable than he

You can touch me, see me, hear me,

but he is just an elegy.

I will not say its impossible

But it is improbable

Until my mind perceives

Its only a myth, a fable.

The being you all worship

To me is just a poor joke

Without substance, or punchline

Not ever once he spoke.

Let me be painfully realistic

Its all in your head just to survive

Your imagination is but a mystic

From these thoughts he will derive.

I'm not the type to poke fun

Just the type to tell a truth.

But if im not your cup of tea,

Then I'll take my leave, like your proof.